We're Innocent

Kids finding things that Mom and Dad took away and hid from them.

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Kids snooping and finding things hid away for Christmas etc.

Favorite Home-made Toys or Games

All of the family have been creative in making toys or games. Here is a chance to write about your favorites. Feel free to add pictures.

Happy Birthday Rebecca

Today is Rebecca's 18th Birthday. As we sat around the table sharing birthday dinner, we also shared Becca memories. It would have been nice if we could all have been together; then it occurred to me we could use the Rememory game to be together in a sense on these special occasions. So this special round will be a memory of Rebecca Lynn Jones.

I will start out by explaining this picture. Rebecca was born with remarkable eyes. It was the first thing our pediatrician noticed when she saw her, exclaiming "look at those amazing orbs." Well I've been looking into those orbs for 18 years now. They can be steady and confident. They can sparkle with wit. They can signal disapproval or soften with love. They narrow with determination or widen in surprise . . . but always they radiate the light of living right. I love those eyes.

The Big Sneeze

The family had just enjoyed a special dinner with Grandma and Grandpa Jones and Louise. I brought out the final course, a bundt cake with drizzled icing, and set it down with a flourish. It was to be the perfect ending of a lovely meal. Then something happened that blew everything out of whack. It was a sneeze . . .

Dad playing foosball with us when we were little.

(This does not include the annual Christmas tournament which will be on a separate card.)

Preston's "Accidents"

Case #1

When Preston was18 months old he got hit with a rock in the eye. Then, after visiting a eye specialist and being warned not to move much, he fell from the car on his head.

Case #2

Preston and the girls hammock accident.

Dad's Suit

When I first met Harold he had an amazing suit. In the context of the 70's it wasn't as bad as it looks today, but it was still out there. This was a custom suit he'd had made just before leaving his mission. He'd picked the fabric from a little swatch which probably didn't look too bad. Harold was proud of the suit and wore it home from his mission. I hear it caused some stir at his airport homecoming. Not exactly what you expect your missionary to look like. This was the end of June 1976. We started dating in January 1977 and Harold was still wearing the suit. It was all he had. His sibblings had confiscated most of his clothing while he was away on his mission so his wardrobe was mostly from Deseret Industries. Let it be known that his personality more than overcame the wardrobe challenges. We picked out a new suit before our engagement photo and began the process of retiring the missionary suit . . . but the thing seems to have a life of it's own. It has shown up reincarnated over the years as most of the family have worn it for some costume event. I've even worn it, dressing up one Halloween . . . as Harold.